I’ve skulled a few too many bottles of Haterade, so it’s only natural that I piss them out. Tumblr serves as a great tool in documenting likes, interests, memories and utopic dreams, but let’s not forget, it’s a damn good place to vent too. I hope no one takes any of the below personal, 1. No one is perfect and 2. I have commited my fair share.
*deep, deep breath in*
Stray cats, pigeons, ibis, forgetting my socks, running out of tea, girls who wear make-up when they don’t need it/girls that look foul without it (lucky for me, I don’t wear it and look just as bad with or without it, har har). Snorkeling with life jackets, anti-Indian/anti-any race and I know this is a bit racist of me, but I cringe at American accents ESPECIALLY when the person has lived in Australia most of their life, loose haemostats, kochers, needle holders etc, t-shirt/singlet-tans, “I’m such a travel bug,” ”I hate children,” “ewww, second hand shopping,” “let’s catch up,” followed by minus zero effort, “your present is late,” followed by late meaning never. Just don’t say there is one. I prefer the truth over bullshit, brand whores and fashionistas I can stomach, but not when they look down on dags like me, but hey! That’s life. Having souvenirs of somewhere you haven’t been which is why I refused to buy an Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas, bad coffee (this may vary from palate to palate, but a bad coffee can ruin my day). Touching bins, false accusations, confident know-nothings, dirty fingernails, Leonard wanting his motorbike license, Online Facebook/Twitter updates of, “I’m having so much fun/I’m a party animal/I’m so drunkkk”. Buddy, if you were having that much of a swell time, you wouldn’t be updating the world wide web about it. That’s what the day after is for. Shannon Noll’s cover of, ‘Please Come Home for Christmas’. I think it’s most upsetting that The Eagles let him do it. “The Beatles suck”. It’s okay if you aren’t a fan, but in this life, the one before it and the next, they do not suck. INSOMNIA (to whom I partly credit this post). Paying more than $4 for my shampoo, when Dr Earth run out of my Goats milk soap (heck, not very fond of the new Dr Earth store either) aaaaand copycats! I know you are a product of everyone you meet, but get your own bucket list/itinerary. On that note, just because someone Facebooks, tweets or tumbles about something first, it doesn’t mean they were interested in *insert topic of interest* first. I thought this was obvious, but just sayin’.
And I almost forgot. Kiss and tells. Sharing erotic details (for some reason, it’s acceptable when girlfriends do it, but when guys do it, it is 100% sleazy. Double standards, I know. Guys do it for trophy-sake, girls do it for laughs or to get advice, haha) is tacky, but I think the worse is when friends or former friends share personal details about ones past, insecurities, familial situations etc.
Just recently, I half-tried to dish out dirt from someone about another person they were close to, but the person refused to share it. I felt a bit of a lost not knowing the juice, but I was deeply impressed and touched by the person who guarded it. RESPECT.
*exhales*
I feel toxic for having all of that inside me, but I feel cleansed getting it out.